Art, a medium of expression, a way of free interpretation of one's feelings. Isinasabuhay din nito ang malawak na imahinasyon ng isang tao.
There are a lot of different ways to express those feelings and creative thinking. One may put it into a literary work, act it in a theatrical form, put it into motion, or express it into lines with melodies that make up music. And among those forms, I choose this one, an artwork accompanied by colours.
Dull, vivid, dark, light, shaded, tinted. I interpret the world by colours, just like how I interpret people as well.
Yet, my views in the society remain as an Abstract, no matter how other people try to comprehend, they will never know what its meaning is, only I could explain the details.
The thought was there, yet, it's lame. Pilit kong iniintindi ang tao sa abot ng makakaya ko, ngunit hindi nila kayang intindihin kung anong nasa isip ko. How ironic...
"Good Eve! Bangon na!"
Nakaramdam ako ng kiliti sa talampakan that's why I get up out of fright. Kaagad na bumungad ang mukha ni Paolo. He's grinning like a cat while holding a dust feather. Tsk, he got me again.
"Bakit ka ba laging nang-iistorbo ng tulog?" I scratched the back of my head as I sat on my bed. I checked my clock and it's just 5:31 am. Too early...
"Syempre may pasok. Mag-asikaso ka na. Tsaka may macaroni soup sa kusina, para sa agahan." He's still grinning like a cat. I don't know what his deal is. Nakasuot na siya ng uniform. He's used to this in early mornings.
"Why did you cook?"
"Para nga sa agahan mo nang makainom ka ng gamot. Tsaka baka masira na ang macaroni sa ref mo kaya niluto ko na. At nga pala! Nakikain na rin ako, HAHAHA!"
"Don't just check someone's fridge and cook anything on it without the owner's consent." I frowned but he just grin.
"I work on things that are badly needed, so your reason isn't accepted."
Naibato ko na lamang ang unan sa kanya dahil sa yamot, but he dodged it. Tsk.
"Just leave already, you disturbed my good slumber."
Medyo natahimik siya bago ulit magsalita. "Nga pala, pasensya na." Ang kaninang mala-pusang mukha niya ay naging seryoso.
"For what?"
"Sa nangyari noong nakaraan. Doon ko lang nalaman nung sinabi ng papa m---"
"Don't mind it. It's his fault." I said and just lay down.
"Ganun ba? Hays buti naman. Teka, matutulog ka ulit?"
It's good that he's not asking more about it.
"I'm still sleepy. Just go ahead."
"Late bird catches no worms."
"I'm not a freaking bird to begin with, and my class will still be at 10 am."
"ALAS DIYES PA?!" I covered my ears and sigh. He's too loud.
Nagpaalam na rin siya at nauna na sa university. Though my class will be at 10am, I already fixed myself for school. I ate the breakfast he prepared then took a quick bath and got dressed.
Now, I'm here inside the art club. Maaga akong pumasok. I just want to paint now dahil walang tao. I stare at my art piece. Hindi ko pa rin ito natatapos mula noong masimulan ko when I was injured because of Darlene.
I started mixing some color to have a darker blue. Ngunit hindi ko inaasahan ang biglaang pagbukas ng pinto ng art club, that's why I immediately covered my canvas. Sa ganitong oras ay dapat walang tao.
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Teen Fiction[Soon to be Published] BLURB Eve I. Meneses, a principled fourth year Architecture student and an artist who started hating people after what happened two years ago which changed his outlooks in life. The loathing in his heart created an overwhelm...
